by Rain, Renee
Sabrina pulled up to club Amoré, which was located in a shopping plaza, and suddenly felt nervous. She had never been there before but there was no need since she and Henry were seeing each other at least once a week at the hotel. She was impressed by the number of cars in the parking lot. She put on a little more lipstick, checked to see that her hair was still in place and got out of the car. When she got to the entrance, there were two tall and equally big men standing there. She stopped to show ID and asked if Henry was in. One looked to the other bouncer then back to her. “Are you on his list?” he questioned in a deep voice. She told him that he and Rachel told her that they are there every Friday, so she was just coming by to visit. She hoped that she wasn’t there and couldn’t believe she threw Rachel ’s name into her sentence. She just didn’t want to look like she was coming solely to see Henry. “Of course, she knows Chell,” the second man stated as he stared her up and down like she was the new freak on the scene coming to get laid. Hell, in reality-she was, but she wasn’t coming for Rachel. The first guy saw that she was on the list, waived the cover fee and offered to walk her to their table so she followed. On the way, he confirmed that Henry and Rachel were both in the club. Sabrina decided in her mind to just play it off as a social visit, have one drink then leave.
As they approached the round table, there were six chairs and four were occupied. Rachel saw her first and looked her up and down twice before getting Henry’s attention to see who was approaching. She stood up to greet Sabrina in a cream colored, short leather tank dress. “Sabbi” she states as she hugged her in a obviously fake manner. Sabrina was attempting to correct her name, but Rachel placed a finger over her lips to stop her and whispered in her ear that she and her female friends do not use their real or full names in the club. “Call me Chell, and if Sabbi doesn’t do it for you, we can think of something else later.” She kissed her cheek and directed her to a seat next to hers. “So… no boyfriend tonight?” she asked as she poured Sabrina a glass of white wine. She told her that she was indeed alone. Henry stated that Rome had not been to the club since it first opened. “You know he won’t come up in here.” He stated to Rachel as he kept his eyes on Sabrina. He loved that she was bold enough to come to the club. To come alone only let him know that she was coming for one thing.
“Oh, forgive me for being so rude,” Rachel giggled as she introduced her to Nate and Kristia. They seemed like a nice clean cut couple, but Sabrina knew they couldn’t possibly be straight and narrow if they were friends with these two and up in their club. Nate told Henry that he wished Kristia could be more open and sexually aggressive like Rachel. Kristia nudged him in the waist and playfully told him to stop embarrassing her. He kissed her and told her, “baby I know you’re working on it”. He asked her if she wanted to dance and lead her to the dance floor, leaving Sabrina alone with Rachel and Henry.
“Well, umm, I was just stopping by to say hi, see how the club was. I mean, I rode by coming from a friends get together up the road, and saw the club.” She was getting tangled up in her words and took a big sip of wine. Rachel leaned in and told her that she didn’t have to rush off. “I know what you came for,” she stated calmly with a smile. She scooted her chair closer. “You in that sexy ass dress with those fuck me pumps.” She put an arm around her shoulders and placed her other hand on her thigh. “I’m going to let you have him in just a little while, just not right now. But do keep in mind, if I keep letting you have what you want, I will- in due time- get what I want.” She was close enough that Sabrina could feel her breath on her neck. Trying to not make a scene, she leaned away from her and replied with a smile, “will you?” She wanted to tell her so badly how she wished she could be erased from the picture, but she knew had no right to even think that way. She saw Henry looking at them both. She wasn’t sure if he enjoyed watching his wife come on to other women or what he was thinking about. But he didn’t look upset at all.
“So how about a little tour,” Henry looked to them as he stood up. He handed a hand to each and told them to follow. He pointed out the obvious features of the club such as the bar, the restrooms and even the emergency exits. He then stood behind Sabrina, put his hands on her waist and kissed her neck. “Baby you know I missed you,” he whispered to her. This caused chills to run through her thinking about how he was being so intimate with her in front of his wife. She quickly reminded herself of what couple she was dealing with and brushed it off. “Are you ready to see what makes Amoré special?” he asked with a hint of liquor on his breath. She told him ‘yes’ and began to feel her heart pounding. Rachel walked towards a door that had a V.I.P. sign on it. The three entered a short hallway that led to another door. Henry opened the door which appeared to exit the building, but it didn’t. It led to another part of the club. Rachel went in first, then Sabrina, followed by Henry. There was a bouncer who stood in the entry way. Henry showed some kind of card that was scanned and the door was opened. They walked past two doors that had locker room signs on them before going through another door.
“This is Ero’s,” he said proudly. Sabrina looked around; it was dim with blue and pink lights glowing from the ceiling. Everyone was naked or with only towel like terrycloth wraps and they seemed perfectly comfortable. There was a bar with two huge refrigerators located in the center. There were tables and chairs set up, and two separate lounge areas with a couch, loveseats, chairs and dancing poles. The DJ was playing just to the side of the door where they came in. Then she noticed the rooms, seven to be exact. They each had a large window and a door as if they were indoor storefronts.
“The Seven Rooms of Eros: Cloud 9, Chocolate Dreams, Amsterdam’s Window Box, The Rodeo Room, The Class Room, The Dungeon, and Your Fantasy,” Rachel stated as she pointed each one out. “The nice thing about Ero’s is, you can try just about anything and no one is going to judge you. Or you can try absolutely nothing, and still- no one is going to judge you,” she said as she placed her arm around Sabrina’s waist and pulled her closer to her. “Really though,” Rachel continued, “I prefer to watch.” She wasn’t sure if she was nervous or being aroused, but she kept looking at Henry and thinking of how she came to Amoré in hopes of being alone with him. He walked closer to the ladies; Rachel still had her arm around Sabrina’s waist. He slowly moved her hand and put both of his hands on Rachel’s hips. “Let me do this,” is what Sabrina thought she heard him say to her. When she looked back, the couple was engaged in a kiss. Feeling uneasy, Sabrina walked over to the bar. She only wanted a glass of wine and was disappointed to found out that you had to bring your own liquor to that side. The bar tender did offer her a soda and she gladly accepted.
She stood there drinking her soda trying to get her nerves together so she could leave but then Henry walked up to her. He asked if she was feeling okay. She told him that she was fine, but that she was only stopping by to say hello. “Hey, don’t even stress about Rachel ,” he took the can from her hand and sat it on the bar. “Rachel likes to play, just not with me,” he said with his deep voice as he stared down at her. She could see the lust in his eyes as he looked her up and down. He stroked his hand across her face then ran his finger across her lips. She slowly allowed the tip of his finger to enter her mouth and ran her tongue across it. “You are so sexy. Do you really want to ...” She cut off his sentence with a “Yes, I really do think I should be leaving now.”
He asked her to have a drink and to sit and talk to him. He made a gesture to the bar tender who poured two double shot glasses of clear liquor. He sat on a stool and asked her to sit next to him. “Now let’s throw these back and you can chase yours with that soda if it’s too strong”. She hesitated on drinking it, but decided one drink wouldn’t be too bad. She immediately grabbed her soda and guzzled it. That was the hottest drink she ever had. She felt like her chest was burning. Henry just looked and smiled. He knew she wasn’t a hard liquor drinker, and before long, she began giggling. They conversed about idle matters for a short while and had another
shot. Soon after, she had to take a deep breath and look around. The room wasn’t spinning, but she was feeling the liquor moving through every vessel in her body. He pulled her over to stand between his legs with her back to him. He kissed down her neck and asked “didn’t you come here for me to fuck you?” She replied in a low tone- “yes”. She could see Rachel across the room looking at them. In the moment, she wanted her to see how much she enjoyed the way Henry caressed her. She even wanted her to see how she loved the way he delivered his dick to her.
He pulled her closer to him. With his left hand he lifted up her chin and began kissing and softly biting the side of her neck. She closed her eyes. “Are you scared of people watching?” he whispered in her ear as he ran his tongue across it. She refused to open her eyes to see if anyone was looking. “Um, yea.” That was her reply. He sat her up on the bar stool and stood between her legs. Sabrina looked down to see a huge bulge in his pants. She already knew what was behind the zipper and she wanted all of it. “I really want to take you home.” He shook his head as he looked around to see where Rachel was at. He didn’t see her, but Sabrina did. As he guided her to follow him to one of the rooms, Rachel– who was sitting on another man’s lap on one of the sofas, smiled and winked as if to be giving her the ‘go ahead’. Sabrina tilted her head just slightly and quickly focused her attention straight ahead.
The only empty room was ‘Your Fantasy’. Everything was plain cream including the clock on the wall that only had the dials. He closed the door behind them and pulled the blinds on the window. He pointed out the panic button that was located in every room in the event that any sexual escapade went wrong. “You won’t need that button tonight,” he said as he unzipped her dress and began to tug at her panties. She got on the bed and before she could get her feet up, he was pulling her panties off. Her arousal was evident with the moisture between her legs and the stiffness of her nipples. He ran his finger up and down her clit. He had a smile on his face like he was about to have Thanksgiving Dinner. As he pulled his dick out, she began licking her lips.
She wanted to suck it, but he was moving faster than she could act. He kneeled down between her legs and spread them wide. She knew what he was going to do and the warmth of his breath let her know it would be good. She felt his wet tongue against her clit and as he licked back and forth- she could feel it getting firmer. He ran his finger across the entrance to her vagina, but did not put it in. Sucking her clit with gentle, yet deliberate suction caused her to take a deep breath and swallow. She wanted something inside of her and expressed this by rocking her hips back and forth. He kissed up her pubic line, to her belly button before leaning up and telling her, “you don’t know how bad I want you.”
She just nodded her head as he leaned in for a kiss. She felt his hand caressing her breast, and then his tongue glided across her nipple. He placed his hand between her thighs again and she scooted closer to allow him clear access to the entrance. He slid a finger into her pussy and whispered of how wet it was. His finger was wide and she enjoyed the feeling of it being slid in and out of her. She let out some soft sighs letting him know that his actions were pleasing. Although he only had one finger inside, his whole hand became wet as she got closer to climax. “Um hum. That’s what I need,” he moaned as he began moving his finger in and out at a faster rate. She could feel her walls tightening up around his finger. He looked like he was concentrating. Maybe he was trying to resist the urge to penetrate her with his dick. With his opposite thumb, he began to rhythmically stroke her clit. He told her “you NEED to cum for me.” He continued stroking back and forth and her body began to tense up. Her toes were digging into the bedding. She could feel the base of the clubs music throughout her body and it seemed to be intensified with the strokes from his finger. As she focused on the rhythm, she realized she could not hold back. She began to quiver and rock back and forth. As she ejaculated, she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming. He couldn’t belief how much fluid she released.
As he pulled his hand away, she told him that she needed all of him in her. He placed a condom on and got ready to honor her request. He turned her onto her stomach, pulled her to the edge of the bed and spread her legs. He slowly inserted the head of his penis into her. Although she was still very wet, her walls were tighter than they were in the moments prior. As he advanced more of himself in, she started moving up the bed and away from him. She wanted it, but was not able to take it all at one time. He pulled out and brought her up onto her knees so that she was leaning with her back in his chest. With his left arm around her waist, he kissed the back of her neck and reminded her of how much he wanted her. She felt him rubbing his stiff dick between her thighs. “Baby….I want us to stay cool,” he moaned and softly bit her ear lobe before he continued, “but right now; I need to fuck you like I just paid for it.” He began to play with her clit with his right hand while holding her firmly by the waist with his left arm. Her heavy breathing turned into panting.
Concentrating on the pleasure she was feeling- she found added arousal in him saying that he wanted to fuck her like a whore. As he continued to play with her he told her, “don’t come yet, I need you to hold out a little longer”. As she moaned, he could tell that she was almost there. He ran his finger into her hole and felt an immediate clenching around it. When he pulled it out, he squeezed his dick and firmly stroked it. She knew he was ready. He took her panties, balled them up, put them in her mouth and tied the neck tie he had on around her head to hold them in place. He could feel her heart beating and told her that this was just to keep her from being too loud. “I’ll stop if you want, just swing your hand back at me and I promise I’ll stop. But unless you tell me to stop- I’m going to fuck the hell out of you until I get my nut.” He kissed her ear and directed her to a hand-knee position. Feeling him enter her gave her a sense of both pleasure and terror. They had fucked many times, but just because he told her the manner in which he was going to perform this time- it made her nervous. His long slow strokes allowed her to feel every inch of him. She pulled away once as he attempted to push himself further in. He pulled her back by the waist causing her to be even closer than she started off. He reminded her that she wanted all of it and he was going to give her every inch. His strokes became faster as he held her hips with both hands. Her moans were muffled by the improvised gag. Tears dropped from her eyes, but she refused to signal for him to stop. With her walls full of his meat, she felt his thumb entering her ass. He had never done this before and her immediate reflex was to tense up, but she quickly relaxed.
He only left his thumb in for a moment, but it was long enough for her to start imagining that she was having a train ran on her by a group of unknown men. Her walls got wetter as she thought about the twisted things that might be said to her by them. Henry was completely in and told her over and over how good it felt to him. She could feel sweat dripping off of him and onto her body. He started to mumble something but suddenly stopped as his rhythm became more forceful and faster. A small surge of fluid flowed from her and once again- her body became tense and started shaking. He continued pumping as she let out a sound that was more of a high pitched squeal that was muffled by her panties. She grabbed the sheets and tried not to signal for him to stop. He had never fucked her this hard and she had to look back to make sure it was the same Henry. He looked like he was in a trance and didn’t seem to notice her looking back at him. Soon he delivered a series of slow, long strokes; then he pulled her hips close and moved in a circular motion without pulling out. She wanted him to stop, but hearing his pleasured moan wouldn’t allow her to wave her hand. Even though this was not her man, she wanted him to be pleased by her body. A few hard strokes later, he let out an exaggerated “Oh shit.” He then pulled her close and held his position. She realized his dick was not as hard as it had been. He began pumping back and forth again, but it was not intense. She felt extra wetness running down her thighs and realized he must have cum inside of her.
Panicked
, she pulled the gag off and told him to stop. He backed up and she quickly turned around and sat on the bed to face him. She looked at his penis with remnants of a condom wrapped around the base. “You came in me,” she looked at him as if to ask “Why?” Her lust for him shifted to anger as she asked him why he didn’t just pause and put on another condom. “You don’t just keep fucking. We don’t even know each other like that.”
He looked at her with pure confusion. He pulled the broken condom off as he interrupted her ranting. “Sabrina, this is not the first time we’ve fucked. And if I recall correctly, we fucked raw the first couple of times. Shit, I didn’t even know your last name until the second time I fucked you.” She started looking for her things as he continued talking. “I own the club, but I’m not fucking everything that walks through the door. I told you, we keep our circle tight.” Henry backed up and looked at her as if he were examining something. “You’re not just screwing Rome are you?” She looked at him and told him that she wasn’t having sex with Rome or anyone else. She explained her concerns after seeing how Rachel behaves with others at the club. “You say the circle is kept tight, but how do you know that she is keeping her part tight?” She asked with a sarcastic tone.
He shook his head as he sat on the bed next to her and asked her if she was wearing Coco by Chanel. She nodded her head telling him he was correct but she had no idea what her perfume had to do with anything. He leaned over to her, kissed her neck and started taking in her scent as he told her that Rachel ’s sex life is of no concern. “Rachel and I are married. I love her. We have two beautiful children. But I already told you that my wife decided to share with me that she was not sexually attracted to me and that she wanted to open our relationship.” He told her that Rachel had brought home other females to join them in bed and that she would often watch him and the other woman until he was satisfied. “At first I thought ‘man how great is this’, but it quickly sunk in that she really didn’t want me the way I wanted her. After the first few threesomes, I realized I was fucking other women, and she was fucking other women, but we weren’t fucking each other.” He told her that they had had sex with each other twice within the last 18 months. “Our marriage is truly just a business arrangement, but I’m the only one investing,” he sighed.
